Now, wrinkle your face and cry until your eyes are red and shiny as glass. A mild panic attack is desirable. Get out of the tub, stare in the mirror, and make sure that the correct effect has been achieved. Repeat once a year until you are twelve; too old to take baths.
When your first parent dies, both of you will be too young. But don't worry--you have mourned for over half your life. Have someone shove a Xanax and purple Gatorade down your throat. Leave your body. Do not speak. Watch yourself turn to stone.